FINDERS KEEPERS (FEAT. SCOREY & INTERNET MONEY)

Lyrics

Oh, T'd up
 I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up
 I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
 She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's
 She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers
 Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper
 Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her
 She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
 But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her
 I'ma keep on countin' all this money 'til my fingers hurt
 Then I get a money counter, this shit got a endless limit
 Rock out in my wonderland like I can't hear a hating nigga
 Smoke out all my useless feelings, I do not debate with Satan
 On the dark side of your life
 Got a lot of evil energy but it's not mine
 Got a lot of evil enemies and that's all fine
 But you're the only thing I'm worried 'bout when I'm not high
 Oh, T'd up
 I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up
 I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
 She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's
 She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers
 Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper
 Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her
 She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
 But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her
 Pop out at your party, snuck the whole gang in it, huh
 Tryna have the fam' eatin' like it's Thanksgiving
 Lil' brodie bang Smith's and, I just chase millions
 Used to wear the same shit, just on my day to day mission, uh
 We giving out smoke, you get high from that contact
 And we takin' souls like a death row contract
 Smith & Wesson compact
 Hit 'em with that, "Damn, where you find that?"
 Head tap, make that nigga blam, where his mind at
 Oh, T'd up
 I've been taking drugs 'til my heart stop, re'd-up
 I might hit the plug, I need all Wock', drink up
 She just tryna lick me 'cause my ice like it's rita's
 She know that she want me 'cause it's finders keepers
 Got 'em lookin' silly, he can't find her, weeper
 Brodie got her stripping, get behind her, and team her
 She gon' hit the floor, give me mind 'til her knees hurt
 But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her
 (But I had to kick her to the side, I don't need her)
 

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Duration
02:07
Key
1
Tempo
92 BPM

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